“Who is this you have brought among us?” he demanded.
“A strange god from the skies,” Kantisepa answered proudly. “He came on a ship which sailed through the clouds, but which met with disaster.”
“Are you sure he will not bring a curse upon us?” inquired the old warrior.
Kantisepa wiped the perspiration from his face.
“He is without friends and without people,” he asserted. “A number of his comrades in other magic ships of the air saw him fall but did not come to his rescue.”
The chief stooped down and examined the partially conscious figure.
“He is a young man—a mere stripling youth. Did he travel alone?”
Kantisepa shook his head.
“No, there was one other with him, who now is dead.”
With a wave of his arm, the chief dismissed the jostling crowd and turned again to the hunter.